Chapter: 1258

"Ask Bryson to join us. Let him know it's been a while since I've seen them, and I'd like to catch up over a drink."

At night, an Glamour Club...

In the second-floor private room, Spencer accidentally jostled Kaiden and queried, "What's the situation today? Sean, Kason, and Bryson—how did they all end up here together?”

He was aware of the tension between Sean and Kason.

Kaiden wasn't naive. He had sensed Kason's feelings for Norah for a long time. Despite Norah's year-long absence, Kason still cared deeply for her and frequently visited Silverdale, which had honed his skills.

"I'm not sure. I'm curious why Kason decided to come here."

It was rare for Kason to visit places like this for entertainment.

Unless someone specifically invited him, he generally avoided such gatherings.

Spencer stroked his chin thoughtfully. "I wish I could overhear their conversation."

But he knew it was wishful thinking. Sean's bodyguards were formidable; it was impossible for him to sneak a peek or eavesdrop.

In a private room on the third floor, the bartender placed all of Phillip's ordered wine on the table, respectfully bowed, and left.

Sean lifted his gaze. "Care for a drink?"

Bryson raised his glass in response. "Since you mention it, I'll drink. It's not often we share a drink together. Let me propose a toast first."

He downed the entire glass of wine in one gulp, swallowing quietly afterward, though his face flushed with the effects.

Sean had chosen only top-shelf spirits, their spicy flavors tingling from mouth to stomach.

Bryson wasn't sure why Sean had invited him and Kason out for drinks.

Being the lowest in the pecking order among them, he didn't dare to question Sean about his intentions.

Sean's gaze shifted to Kason, his expression turning somber. "Mr. Hayes, what's the matter? You're not drinking. Do you look down on me?"

Kason, clad in a simple vest and suit pants, with a buzz cut giving him a sharp, competent appearance, remained stoic.

Ever since he had walked into the private room, his face had been devoid of emotion. He didn't make any small talk, simply sitting in silence.

Leaning forward, Kason picked up a wine glass, his slender fingers marked with numerous rough scars. He raised the glass towards Sean.

“Mr. Scott, since it's your treat, I'm certainly honored," he said smoothly.

The two families were close, and Kason was well-versed in the social niceties required in such gatherings.

He had formed a basic opinion of Sean from their previous encounters arrogant, domineering, and unforgiving.